There are scholarships to be had.' Mr.Gunnery threw out the suggestion carelessly.

Knowing the hazards of life, he could not quite justify himself in encouraging Godwin's restiveness.
'Scholarships?
For free study ?' 'Yes; but that wouldn't mean free living, you know.

Students don't live at the College.' 'How do you go in for a scholarship ?' The old man replied, meditatively, 'If you were to pass the Cambridge Local Examination, and to get the first place in the Kingsmill district, you would have three years of free study at Whitelaw.' 'Three years ?' shouted Godwin, springing up from his chair.
'But how could you live, my boy ?' Godwin sat down again, and let his head fall forward.
How to keep oneself alive during a few years of intellectual growth ?--a question often asked by men of mature age, but seldom by a lad of sixteen.

No matter.

He resolved that he would study for this Cambridge Local Examination, and have a try for the scholarship.